The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

As the airship team left, Bai Feiyu and Chen Changsheng decided to go to the City God's Temple first to sit in the center and coordinate the entire Maple City's gods and ghosts.

Even if you check one by one, you still have to find Ouyang out of the vast crowd.

Leng Qingsong, who jumped from the airship, is now lying in the big hole he made, looking at the sky and not knowing what he is thinking.

Even with the physical strength of an innate warrior, an ordinary innate warrior would have been reduced to a pulp by jumping from such a high altitude.

Leng Qingsong held the true spirit of the saint. Although he had guaranteed his immortality, he now felt a burning sensation in his chest, and his internal organs felt burning pain between breaths.

This pain was completely ignored by Leng Qingsong. For him, the physical pain was far less than the pain caused by his own mental internal friction.

This kind of mental internal friction was destroying Leng Qingsong's heart all the time.

He had clearly vowed that he would become the sharpest sword in his brother's hand.

He must cut off all obstacles that stand in front of his brother.

But when he stepped onto the top of the world, Leng Qingsong, who had always regarded himself as the sword in his brother's hand, couldn't accept it no matter what.

His sword actually penetrated into his brother's chest!

When the memory of my brother is awakened.

The first reaction of this sage of heaven and earth was not to find Ouyang, but to commit suicide in heaven and earth.

Since my brother is gone, I can't live alone!

But when he wanted to commit suicide, the authority as the sword of heaven and earth told him all the time.

The world between heaven and earth is covered by the brother's true energy, and the world has become the brother in disguise.

My brother's true energy was scattered around the world to prevent him from going to the other extreme when he learned the truth.

This world is me. After I leave, you will take care of this world!

Leng Qingsong couldn't do it even if he wanted to return to heaven and earth together. He had already killed his brother once with his sword. How could he continue to attack the world where his brother's true energy had been dispersed?

The layout a million years ago, I didn't care about it at first, but a million years later, it caught Leng Qingsong's eyebrows.

Now even asking for death has become a luxury for Leng Qingsong.

His eyes suddenly became moist, and Leng Qingsong subconsciously raised his arms to block his eyes.

Leng Qingsong, who was blocking his eyes with his arms, murmured in a choked voice: "Why? I obviously just want to be the sword in your hand. What does this world have to do with me? Why do you want to plot against me to this extent?"

What a saint, what a way, what an ultimate!

I don’t want any of these things you gave me!

Why didn't you even give me a chance to stay with you!

Brother...

The sky was clear and the clouds were clear, it was late autumn, and the young man in the pit was feeling sad, as sad as an abandoned puppy that could not find a home.

Even though he understood that his brother was doing it for his own good, this kind of good meant that Leng Qingsong lived in extreme pain almost every moment.

A white snake in Leng Qingsong's arms gently poked its head out, seeming to understand the sadness of the young man in front of him. It spit out the pink snake core and gently coiled it around the young man's ear, as if to comfort the young man.

Feeling a touch of comfort beside him, Leng Qingsong, who was originally emotionally disturbed, gradually calmed down.

Leng Qingsong sniffed, murmured, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, Muwu, let's go find him! Even if we act like cows and horses, we will never be separated from him again this time!"

After calming down, Leng Qingsong struggled to crawl out of the pit.

Although the injuries all over his body were restored with vitality, the injuries were too serious.

In order to treat his own injuries, Leng Qingsong assigned his zhenqi to treat his own internal injuries.

For this reason, his body rapidly aged, and in the blink of an eye, Leng Qingsong turned into an old man with gray hair and an old age.

But Leng Qingsong didn't take it seriously. His appearance was of no use to a saint.

Now that my brother has been reincarnated and drank the water of oblivion, with the blessing of the will of this world, he will not have any memory of his previous life.

It doesn't matter whether he recognizes himself or not, as long as he can still recognize his brother, that's enough!

The old beggar with tattered clothes, stumbling steps and white hair stepped into this Maple City after a million years.

Like a grain of sand falling into the sea, it didn't make any waves.

There is a beggar in Maple City who wanders the streets all day long.

His cloudy eyes looked at the pedestrians in the Western Zhou Dynasty, as if they were begging or searching.

The long sword in his hand turned into a crutch to support his body. His hair and beard became dirty after being unkempt all day.

The supreme saint among thousands of immortal realms is now an old beggar begging in Maple City.

When you're hungry, you dig through the trash can, and when you're thirsty, you drink some tap water, without caring about the looks of others.

To Leng Qingsong, everyone in the world is just a passer-by. To the world, this dirty beggar is just a point that will never be remembered in his short life.

Day after day, year after year.

Leng Qingsong, curled up in a cardboard box, woke up to the frosty air of late autumn.

In late autumn, the roads on both sides were already covered with leaves, and the coldness that hit him was far less cold than Leng Qingsong's heart.

For five years, he had searched Maple City countless times, but he had never found the reincarnation of Ouyang.

And the whole city was full of the spies of Chen Changsheng and Bai Feiyu. Even in his own Western Zhou Dynasty, there were people watching him.

Leng Qingsong felt a little tired. He was searching in vain and it was of no use at all.

He wanted to go back to Xiaoshan Peak and wait there for his junior sister to come back with Ouyang.

Maybe the fate between him and his brother has ended, or maybe the world doesn't want him to find him.

One night in late autumn, Leng Qingsong decided to leave.

After five years of searching, it was in vain. He wanted to go back to the mountain to see if the house he built for his brother was solid and whether the roof needed to be rebuilt.

In this late night, Maple City lost an old beggar and a seeker.

Leng Qingsong walked on the dirt road on the outskirts of the city, his eyes blurred as he staggered.

The street lights were dim and I couldn't see the way ahead clearly, and I stumbled around as if I was drunk.

Exhausted mentally and physically, Leng Qingsong sat on the side of the road to rest for a while.

But when Leng Qingsong looked up, he saw a somewhat old street sign.

It's like the blessing that comes after the ending of the novel, and it's also like the creator's slightly deliberate arrangement at the end of the happy ending.

Leng Qingsong was distracted for a moment by the blurred handwriting on the road sign that had been in disrepair.

On the mottled white paint, five words are vaguely visible:

"Qingyun Orphanage"